You knew better than to get into business with Rio, especially when it came to money. But you were on dept, and you needed it.

Now, you owe him. And you're three weeks late. He wasn't too happy about that. When you walked inside of your apartment, you saw him, a stoic expression on his face, crowbar in his hand.

"Where's my money, chica?" Before you could answer, he smashed a picture with the crowbar.